Perfectly matching

Wait for my state
You're counting the colors
And perfectly matching

The wings with the air
Of a bird next to you
That's from a place you never knew

Take cities back
This season has to change
Once you've said

Look back and
Pray for a whisper
This must begin with
Painful accidents

Jim was pulling you
(Jim was pulling you)
He was pulling you out

Make all the sense again
We built a new choice
So they can cover on the law

Of a new sense
You breath in
We put on a shell and
Take all the worries out again

I can't believe that
What we used to think
It's lost give in... with the mind